Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various authors, ed. by A.E.H.1871 |
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ACROSTICS ancient ancient Rome art thou beauty behold beneath bold brave breast breath bride bright CATULLUS charm crown dark dear death deep doth dream dwell earth Edited by A. E. H. eyes fair fame famous fear fight flower gaze gentle gold hand hath heart heather hills heaven Hellespont honour House of Lancaster isle Italy JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN king lady land light live lone lord lover mighty ne'er never night noble northern storm nymph o'er once peace poet post-free praise pray queen race river Rome round Russian river Saxon Second shore silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow sound Spain stone strife sweet sword tears tell tender songs thee thine thing thou town tree Twas twill voice wandering warrior waves wild wind wondrous word XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Page 199 - And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, .For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Page 125 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day ? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Page 101 - O could I flow like thee ! and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ; Though deep yet clear, though gentle yet not dull ; Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full.
Page 171 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Page 182 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Page 209 - Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear, And when they smiled because he...
Page 171 - The country rings around with loud alarms, And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; Mouths without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand...
Page 243 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 190 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Page 165 - What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o...